Page 78 of You Belong With Me

“Bitch!” Ricole shouts excitedly. “No way! That’s your dream job.”

Blood rushes to my face, and I feel tears prick my eyes. “I know! I can’t wait to start. They offered me a position in the editorial group.”

Andreas stands and pops a bottle of champagne, the cork bouncing off the ceiling. “I figure we need to make a toast!” He walks around and fills each of our glasses.

We all raise them in the air, and Ashley says, “To Alana.”

“To Alana!” We all cheer together before clinking glasses and chugging the bubbly, bitter liquid.

“God, champagne is so gross,” Ricole echoes my thoughts.

I laugh and nod my head, then Ashley says, “Ricole, did you tell Alana about your new boo?”

Ricole elbows her on the side, hard. Then she looks at me and says, “He’s not my boo. He’s my kickboxing instructor. He’s also an MMA fighter, and he’s too busy kicking ass to date me.”

Ashley rolls her eyes. “She’s smitten. Hard. And I’m pretty sure the dude is a criminal.”

Ricole interrupts her, “NO! No, he’s not. Sure, some people he runs around with are pretty shady, but he’s a good person. There are just a few people in the fight scene that do some illegal betting and shit. Don’t listen to her; he’s not a bad guy.”

I chuckle and take another sip of champagne. “That sounds interesting.”

Ricole smiles. “It’s not that exciting,” she says, shaking her head.

After we both warn Ricole not to get involved with someone who beats the shit out of people for a living, we reminisce about ex-boyfriends and past flings, and Andreas rolls his eyes. He’s getting used to how unhinged I am when I’m around my besties.

We chat into the night, and the champagne flows freely. Soon, we’re all tipsy and ready for bed. We scavenge around in the kitchen for a snack before heading our separate ways. Ashley and Ricole head for the spare bedroom, and Andreas and I head for our room.

We both take turns brushing our teeth, then Andreas grabs me and throws me onto the bed.

“Shhh. Be quiet, they’ll hear us,” I warn him.

He grins and nuzzles my neck. “I don’t care,” he growls in my ear.

My breath hitches, and I can feel a tingle run from my head my toes. I open my mouth to protest, but Andreas takes advantage of the opportunity to slip his tongue inside.

“Mmmm,” I moan into his mouth as he positions himself on top of me and grinds his pelvis into mine. I wrap my arms around his neck and, with all the strength I can muster, pull him to me.

He slips his hands under the shirt I’m wearing and begins teasing my nipples with his fingertips, sending shivers up my spine.

“If you make any noise, I’ll stop,” he warns me as he lowers my panties down my thighs.

My heart pounds in anticipation as his fingers move from tracing circles against my stomach to tracing circles against the innermost part of my thigh. His touch is slow, and as he parts my lips with his fingers and brushes my clit, I can’t help but moan.

As soon as the sound escapes me, he stops, and I beg, “No, no, no, I’m sorry. I’ll be quiet.”

“Not. Another. Sound.”

I nod, and he continues his exploration. His fingers move in circles around my clit, and I feel a wave of pleasure rushing through my body. He takes his time, exploring every inch of me until I’m trembling with anticipation. Finally, when I can take no more, his fingers move again, and he kisses his way down my body until his breath is hot along my inner thighs.

“Making you glisten like this has really turned into my favorite pastime. You’re like cocaine, Alana. So addictive, it’s dangerous.”

His words only heighten my pleasure as his tongue rubs against my clit as he slides two fingers deep inside me.

When he flicks his fingers and tongue in rhythm, it’s too much. I moan his name loudly as the orgasm rips violently through my body. Once I’m completely spent, he pulls away from me and sucks the juices off of his fingers.

“Delicious. Now roll over,” he barks.

I do as I’m told, then he grabs my hips and pulls me back toward him as he slips his hands under my hips.

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